I don’t really celebrate Halloween much. When I was a kid I liked it a lot- I think it was my favorite holiday, mainly because it was cool. I liked the idea of dark things- they seemed risky and more fun. But I think I stopped celebrating Halloween as I got older because it seemed like a hassle- and too expensive to get things together for a costume.
So this morning I didn’t really think about Halloween much- I didn’t have any parties to go to and I hadn’t dressed up all weekend. So I felt like I couldn’t claim this holiday as “mine” and in fact, forgot about it to such an extent that I was surprised by some “Happy Halloween!!!” texts this morning.
But then I went for a run. And all throughout my little Queens neighborhood, celebratory decorations were around.
There was a witch that welcomed werewolves and a werewolf that was waiting for waxing.
A couple that got old together. Very old.
Not creepy at all.
Some creatures were more friendly looking.
Others made me want to stay far away, lest I get trapped.
Some you could “like” on Facebook. Do it! I dare you.
Some couldn’t wait to massage your aching bones…
As I stopped to take photos, proud house decorators waved at me. I watched trick or treaters go by. I laughed and felt connected and proud of my neighborhood for putting on such a good show. Halloween had become mine again, if just for a day.